The Rainy Day Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Rainy Day
Written at the old home in Portland
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
great poem! ! ! ! i love it so much! when i was stressed out in high school, i read this poem, and i felt better.
This is one of my most favorite poems! I quote it to my friends when they bemoan their problems :)
A beautiful poem! I had to recite this poem for my high school exams in 1955 in Goes, Z-Vl., The Netherlands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a great poem I believe is more about life than nature itself.